I am a black girl with locs I wear head wraps and put on African prints I do not speak with an African accent or religiously follow the traditions. For that I am not African enough.
One says he loves me One looks at me enough to burn holes into me One comes looking for me only to act like he doesn't know me One winks and seeks attention when I'm done giving it One.... one said He can never like me That one I think I like most For that I'm foolish.
I am a small girl I however seek to loose weight more than people way fatter than me They all say my size is okay but they are not my brain and thus don't get to feel fat the way I do For that they say I'm ungrateful.
I appreciate black men I just prefer white men I try not to date black men long time For that I am racist to them.
I speak to my parents but don't go out of my way to spend time with them Past hurt and experiences and avoidance of future heated discussions leads me For that I am ungrateful.
I sit in my house and cry. I cry at worship and feel less and lost most of the time I take smiley pictures and eat a lot of ice cream For that I am happy.
I love eating at restaurants and cafes I love ice cream , cake and wine I don't like food and rarely eat I take pictures of my food and ice cream a lot For that I am a show off
All assumptions, all untrue, all your thoughts Ask me my name and hold me when I feel I'm falling apart Love me on days I cant love myself Ask me about me first. Then think truths about me.